Spurkey

There’s a festive atmosphere brewing in my neighborhood--tomorrow begins the annual Adams Avenue Street Fair, which takes place exactly one third of a block from my front door. This weekend will be a riot of music, food, and wacky things for sale. The carnival is already up and running, with rides spinning their neon colors against the night sky. Chunky generators and floodlights are in place on the sidewalks twice per block. There are also several trailers parked around the neighborhood advertising various products. My personal favorite is the Spammobile. I am not making this up. Although it’s possible I’m spelling it wrong. I was too busy being amused at its bright blue existence to note the correct spelling of “Spam-mobile,” or whatever it may really be. The back of the vehicle (the sides of which are adorned with a photo of a gargantuan Spam sandwich) displays a whole slew of other fabulous Spam varieties for you to try. Did you know they make Spam Lite? Or turkey Spam? (Spurkey??!!) I think they should quit trying to make any pretenses of marketing a healthy product and stick with their extraordinarily processed salty original. I mean, they have a reputation to uphold. People expect a certain quality of food from them, and they really have no right to go around trying to foist healthier versions on the unsuspecting public.